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Post by Summer Tyme on Oct 24, 2007 21:01:09 GMT -5
The almost hueless stag two-beated into the cooling land, as a sharp wind whipped around his muscular boa, sweeping his long threads into a tangled mass. Long limbs paused for a moment then stopped completely as he turned his crown, orb scanning for the painted vixens. They were both good contributions to his herd, although small he knew it would grow before no time. His land was beginning to become slightly prehistoric appearing, the grasses were dying, streams had begun to frost over in the mornings. Trees were no longer lush and green, leaves starting to turn even some had fallen off. Seasons had always been more dramatic in the higher altitudes, changing quickly from one to the other, lasting longer, staying shorter. But it was a safe place to live if you were tough enough to survive, few creatures of predator would dare to wander into a region such as this, even fewer equines would dare to take the trek.
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Post by OldWest on Oct 25, 2007 13:05:53 GMT -5
Misty trotted in with her filly running right behind her. Misty nickered to Horror. She then cantered to him and then saw her filly past her in a dead run to see Horror. Cloud was streaching aross the land to get to horror and once she got there she looked at Horror. She reared up and said"Hello horror". She smiled and saw her mother behind her. Misty loved her foals and maybe they will get threw this together. She looked around everything was changing and fast winter was comeing.
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Post by Summer Tyme on Oct 25, 2007 18:59:16 GMT -5
The great brute turned as he heard the mare's nicker, but gave no reply of his own, save a nod of his massive dial. He cut his orbs towards the small flicka scrambling for length as she flew across the plain toward himself. He rolled his pools slightly as she came to a rough stop and executed a rear, her small forelimbs thrashing in the air. Lo Cloud, he murmured softly nipping slightly at her painted thorn, playfully tossing his crown in the air. As Misty walked up he bobbed his head, This is it, he said softly then made another scan of the terra for dangers, but knew there weren't any. It would soon snow, the land would be covered with the stuff, and the carnivores would move in, resting on the ledges high above, waiting for a weak equine to fall and never get back up, but they knew better than to take the living ones.
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Post by OldWest on Oct 25, 2007 20:05:47 GMT -5
Misty looked at the area and said"It will be nice once the winter is gone". She looked at him and looked around the area. This place was wonderful..but she probley thought it would be prettier when the winter was gone and summer was here. Misty looked at Horror and muzzled him.
Clould looked around and stoode beside her mother and well horror. Cloud nickered and wonder if there were other horses around also. She then looked up and said"I like this place."
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Post by Summer Tyme on Oct 27, 2007 7:36:32 GMT -5
The stag nodded his reply, Yea winter is always tough up here, He gave a mighty shake of his creamy hide and slowly ambled over towards the small stream that trickled through his land. Lowering his great dial he took a long drink, the cool water rushing into his maw, swirling around his ivories. Lifting his crown he let out a loud scream, an almost eerie call, letting others knew that he ruled supreme. Turning back to the pair he nudged Cloud softly, Glad you like it,
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